𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | derek hale [ON HOLD]

13 | c o d e b r e a k e r

Third Person POV:

Allison stares at Scott in horror. Scott turns to Chris Argent, glaring.

"Move!" Chris yells, honking his horn. Scott leaps off the hoods of the cars and onto the top of the school bus before running off into the forest, soon collapsing from the failure of the night's events. He cries.

Allison slowly opens the school bus door, her entire body trembling. She steps out of the bus and almost collapses, her hand on the bus being the one thing keeping her upright. She heaves as her dad catches her right before falling to the pavement.

Scott is one of them. A werewolf.

"It's alright," Chris coos, holding his eldest daughter as she shakes her head. "You're ok. You're ok, baby." He pulls Allison to his chest and ushers her into his car.

Stiles and Peter are on the lacrosse field, an unconscious Lydia lying between them.

"No. I'm not just letting you leave her here," Stiles states as Peter wipes her blood off his mouth.

"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me," Peter tells him.

"Just kill me!" Stiles exclaims. "Look, I don't care anymore." Peter extends his claws and digs them into the underside of the teen's chin, forcing him to stand up.

"Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get," Peter takes mercy on Stiles. Stiles immediately grabs his phone and dials him.

Jackson immediately rushes to the field as Peter kidnaps Stiles. He scoops her in his arms and runs back to the school doors.

"Come on, Lydia. Stay with me. Come on," Jackson pleads. He reaches the parking lot and screams for help. "Help me! Somebody help! Help me! Get help, please!"

Distance screaming from the school can be heard as an angry Stiles drives away with the Alpha in his jeep.

"Don't feel bad," Peter breaks the silence. "If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

"Yeah," Stiles fumes. "And once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart."

"Well actually, considering she's a woman, twice a month," Peter points out, turning his head to see Stiles's reaction at his little joke.

Stiles is gaping at him in horror, realizing he's right.

Hana POV:

"Derek, say something. Please?"

"I... I just... I can't believe..." he stammers, a wide smile on his face. "I just can't believe that..." I giggle with tears of joy.

"That I'm falling in love with you?" I finish. Derek laughs, his eyes mirroring my own.

"That even in the situation we're in... I'm still the luckiest man in the world," he tells me.

"Werewolf," I correct him, raising my eyebrow. "You're only part man."

"The luckiest wolf-man in the world," he revises.

"And I'm the luckiest human-girl in the world." Derek and I smile at each other, unable to stop.

When Aunt Kate revealed that Derek and I were mates, I couldn't believe it. I couldn't imagine that this perfect man was fated to be mine.

Mine. Derek Hale. Mine.

Third Person POV:

Chris Argent chucks the vase at the fireplace with rage, Kate watching him from the couch.